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My Brain Is Fried…


My brain is fried, my heads a mess,
But to look at me, you'd never guess!

I have thoughts and fears floating about,
My head is battered, there is no doubt!

What can I do, where can I hide?
All this week I have cried and cried!

Can't stop the tears that fall from my eyes,
And hoping that God will hear my cries!

I'm living in hell, my heart is so sore,
I really don't think I can take much more!

Forgive me if I am feeling down and sad,
I think its justified for my pain is bad!

So when you read these negative words of mine,
Don't think I'm giving in, for I really am fine.

It's just another problem within my life…
And this is how I work through all of my strife.

It's not that I'm weak or giving in…
It's just a glitch in another battle I'll win!

But win I will!!!



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